Huh

Yeah
 808 my crew
 Swervo (uh, huh)
 Sizzle told me get in my bag, man
 Everything new, we finna go get the Lambo truck (Southside)
 If you a real live gangsta ass nigga, throw your shit up
 Give a fuck 'bout where you from
 All them trill niggas with us
 Everybody got a gun, pussies still will get hit up
 And I'm still with that shit
 Just be chill tryna fill up
 Got that 40 riding E all in the field, need a fill up
 And I'm really chasing mill's
 Nigga, I'm just being real
 Everybody running wild now
 I'm just being still
 Unless I'm still on the road or I'm still gone off a pill
 And I don't got a deal
 I don't have to offer some meals, I'm eating for real
 Soon as I walk in the building
 everybody in there could tell I'm eating for real
 Just by the way that I talk, probably the way that I walk
 I don't even floss
 Leave you with some of this sauce
 Teach you to learn from a loss and look like a boss
 Everybody won't pay that cost
 This YSL, not Hugo Boss
 High as hell, I'm finna cough
 Folks is coughing up a storm
 Get that seed, had to swallow
 We was fools, eating, selling all that food
 Shout out Ralo
 Boy, boy don't make the news
 Front yo move, catch a hollow
 If them people question me 'bout anything, hell if I know
 I just had court yesterday, I get depressed whenever I go
 But I still gotta wake up and get fresh whenever I go
 I got swag like I'm Capo, I know
 Everybody think I'm rich now
 Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?
 You don't think I'm still with that shit now
 You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?
 You was really barely in that shit, huh?
 You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh?
 You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?
 You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?
 On the road and shit, huh?
 Using most that shit, huh?
 Always broke and shit, huh?
 Never post that shit, huh?
 I'ma die a gangsta
 And you know that shit, huh?
 Death before dishonor, nigga
 And you know that's it, huh?
 I'm still with that shit, bitch
 Blick still in my whip, bitch
 And I'm riding automatic, bitch this ain't no stick shift
 And you know I switch clips, like I switch whips
 Bank been seeing me like all week, this my sixth trip
 I been smoking Posto all day, this my last zip (Posto!)
 Walking 'round with that Kriss Vector, make his ass flip
 I ain't want his blood on my hands, so his ass crip
 Herbo, run along, that's my mans, get ya ass kilt
 Herbo been alone, where he been? Running up them bands
 Niggas sleeping 'way all they days, fucking with them xans
 And I gotta whole lotta grand, but I'm not the man
 Niggas lose it all for the 'Gram, bet that wasn't the plan
 And I do it all for the fam, and then for the fans
 I done been through failure and all, that made me a man
 I done been through hell with my dawgs and I'll go again
 And they want more smoke again, we let 'em know again
 And go to the store again, they just bought four again
 Won't tote no .44 again
 I blow an F&N
 I thought I was flexing and I wrecked up tryna floor the Benz
 Swervo (Swervo, you know what the fuck is up, 958, bitch)
 Everybody think I'm rich now
 Everybody think I'm a bitch, huh?
 You don't think I'm still with that shit now
 You think I'm scared to pull this bitch, huh?
 You was really barely in that shit, huh?
 You ain't never have to blow yo stick, huh?
 You really tryna get to know that bitch, huh?
 You know she be sniffing coke and shit, huh?
 On the road and shit, huh?
 Using most that shit, huh?
 Always broke and shit, huh?
 Never post that shit, huh?
 I'ma die a gangsta
 And you know that shit, huh?
 Death before dishonor, nigga
 And you know that's it, huh?